Yang Qi put a bowl of rice and some vegetables, and when he was eating, he didn't go to the Eight Immortals Table to provoke his sister, he already knew that this sister didn't have a good impression of him now. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Qi consciously walked out of the hall with his rice bowl and sat on the edge of the flower bed in the courtyard, admiring his small courtyard while eating.

The small courtyard is not big, it is old, but it is very quiet and natural, except for a leafy orange tree planted next to the door of his room, and there is a persimmon tree outside his parents' bedroom, in addition, in addition to the house, there are brick flower beds under the walls of the three walls, and some shrubs are planted in the flower beds, and some flowers are also planted, Yang Qi can recognize the moon season, gardenias, plum blossoms, and he doesn't know the others.

There are a lot of oranges and persimmons on the orange and persimmon trees, and the branches are heavy, and it is very pleasing to look at.

The night is getting thicker and thicker, and this small courtyard under the night feels very good in Yang Qi's eyes, a feeling of home.

Tomato scrambled eggs, eggs are a little salty, tomatoes are a little raw; braised tofu is a little worse, tender feeling, but not enough to taste; braised chicken feet are also poor, chicken feet are cooked, but the fresh flavor in the chicken feet bones does not come out, my sister's cooking skills are not as good as his, but Yang Qi eats very fragrant, he is in a good mood.

After the meal, Yang Qi washed the dishes and chopsticks, along with the leftover dishes and chopsticks that his sister had eaten.

Luo Shangmei still came back very late tonight, and only entered the house after half past nine, and when she entered the door, Yang Yingqiong was still reading at the Eight Immortals Table in the hall like yesterday.

"Mom, you're off work, are you hungry, I'm going to serve you dinner, do you want to drink some water?"

Unlike last night, as soon as Luo Shangmei entered the door tonight, Yang Yingqiong immediately put down the book in her hand and got up to serve Luo Shangmei, in fact, except for last night, when Luo Shangmei came back at this time every night, Yang Yingqiong was like this.

The reason why last night was exceptional was because Yang Qi and Luo Shangmei entered the door at the same time last night, and she didn't want to see Yang Qi.

"Let's pour mom a glass of water first!"

Luo Shangmei walked over with a smile and sat down next to the Eight Immortals table, casually put the satchel on the table, and when she sat down, she subconsciously let out a long breath, after a day of work, she was indeed tired.

"Wow!"

Yang Yingqiong responded crisply, and quickly poured a glass of boiled water for Luo Shangmei from the hot water bottle in the closet.

When she handed the water cup to her mother with both hands, Yang Yingqiong wrinkled her nose slightly and complained: "Mom! How many times have I told you, I will do the cleaning at home when I come back from school, why did you make the house so clean today? You still have to wash clothes at home at that time in the morning, how many times do you want me to tell you!"

Listening to her daughter talk about the hygiene of the house today, the smile on Luo Shangmei's face was even more gratifying, holding the water cup while blowing the heat on the water surface, and said with a smile: "Yingqiong! You are wrong! Today's hygiene at home is not done by my mother!"

"Hmm, you didn't do it, who did it? Could it be that Yang Qi did it?"

When mentioning her brother Yang Qi, Yang Yingqiong sneered disdainfully, and almost rolled her eyes.

Luo Shangmei raised her eyes and glanced at her, and said with a smile: "You're right! Yingqiong! Today's cleaning at home is really done by your brother! When I washed clothes in the yard in the morning and entered the door, I saw with my own eyes that he was still doing it!"

Yang Yingqiong was just about to sit down, but she was stunned for a moment when she heard the words, and her buttocks were about to fall, and she stopped there only one palm away from the stool.

"What? Damn, you lied to me, right? Yang Qi, he knows how to do hygiene? How is it possible?"

"Your brother did it!"

After Luo Shangmei finished speaking, she saw that her daughter was still looking at her suspiciously, and nodded to her daughter to express her certainty.

Yang Yingqiong blinked her eyes twice in a daze, and slowly sat down, still not believing in her expression, but she didn't sneer like she did just now.

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At the same time, in the corner of Yiqing Lake Park not far from Yang's house, Yang Qi was sitting on a park bench, holding the acoustic guitar in his room, playing a few times and stopping a few times, squinting slightly and practicing the guitar playing technique.

While recalling the introductory guitar tutorials I watched in the domain Internet café this afternoon, I tried to practice, and the sound of guitar practice was intermittent and not melodious at all, but Yang Qi did not have the slightest impatience on his face, and he squinted his eyes slightly and practiced very attentively.

He has patience and focus.

Although Yang Qi has not learned guitar before, he has played the harmonica for many, many years, and he is familiar with the stave, so the introductory guitar tutorials he watched on the Internet this afternoon are not difficult for him to understand, what he needs to do at the moment is to practice, take the trouble to practice over and over again, and practice what he has learned on the video into his instinct.

He believes that this kind of technical thing is a thing that practice makes perfect, practice more, there will always be a time to play well, the only thing he is not sure about is whether he can practice well enough before this year's art exam.

A thin old man with a gray beard and gray hair passed not far in front of Yang Qi with his hands behind his back, and when he saw Yang Qi practicing the guitar, the thin old man stopped, turned his head to look over, closed his eyes slightly and stopped for a moment, and then opened his eyes to look at Yang Qi who was focusing on practice, the thin old man shook his head slightly, smiled, turned around and gradually walked away.

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In the next two days, Yang Qi was still in a state of leave to recuperate, did not go to school, and his daily life was very regular, meditating in bed in the early hours of the morning, after the rooster crowed, after getting down from the bed and washing, he walked out of the courtyard gate alone to go for a walk in the nearby Yiqing Lake Park, and in the early morning for two consecutive days, he saw Zhou Axing practicing boxing in the open space of the park from a distance, however, Yang Qi did not go over to disturb him again.

After walking home, after breakfast, Yang Qi began to clean the house, and after his mother went to work, he either practiced guitar in the yard or went to the field Internet café to watch guitar tutorials.

The same goes for afternoon life.

Every night when he came home, his sister always did exercises or read books on the table of the Eight Immortals.

After nightfall, Yang Qi would take the guitar to Yiqing Lake Park and sit on the bench in that corner to practice his guitar.

Coincidentally, when he practiced guitar in the park for three days in a row, the emaciated old man would pass not far in front of him, and every time the emaciated old man passed there, he would stop for a few seconds to listen to Yang Qi's practice, and then smile and shake his head and leave again.

For three days, every day.

But Yang Qi didn't notice him, because when practicing the guitar, Yang Qi was always so focused, which was a habit he had developed when he used to practice the "Bronze Rune Iron Scroll".

As long as you focus on one thing, you can do it well! This is what he has learned for many years.

He knows this and can do it.